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| That injury changed my life forever. (I didnt know at the time that it would be for the better). I couldnt imagine life without football so I felt like I wanted to die. With the cast I spent a lot of time lying down with an elevated foot. If I brought my foot down the blood would flow to the injured area and the pain was unbearable. The first days just going to the bathroom was quite an odyssey. I took lots of painkillers and I dedicated many hours to sleeping and reading. |
| Abril 2003 - The first sign
Somebody said that the right book at the right time can shake your world . Well, I was reading this book where a skeptic character (like me) asks God for a sign that He is real. Everything I read really got me thinking and wondering, and the question going around my head was: “What if?” So I did like the skeptic character in the book. I had never prayed, but I asked God to show me that He really exists, and if he was listening, to send me a sign. A couple days later I was cleaning my mailbox of all the advertising stuff (you know, that big load of paper that´s always covering the real mail and by real mail I mean bills). So I was throwing away all the discount offers and coupons when a bright blue card bigger than a postcard flew apart, falling to the floor. I said to myself: “that´s gotta be a vip pass to some club in south beach”, therefore I picked it up with great interest. Upon closer inspection I noticed that it was something special indeed. The blue side of it said: “A place where Miracles happen, and life changing experiences occur”. It also had an address: “Palmetto and 67 Avenue” I was a little surprised. I was wondering if that bright blue card could be the sign from God, but I quickly dismissed it. I thought: “This is just a coincidence. Surely God’s sign would not come in the form of a postcard”. (I was hoping for something amazing and supernatural like a burning bush, but I would get some supernatural stuff later). So I did not believe it, and I did not go to the address printed in the card. It would take more to convince me. So i had decided that the blue card was a coincidence, but the question of the existence of God was still on my mind, so I asked everybody about Him, I wanted to hear opinions. I found out most people avoided the subject and some simply didnt know what to say. 3 or 4 weeks went by and I had pretty much forgotten about the card with the printed address (Palmetto and 67th Avenue). April 19 2003 - The second sign If people wouldnt even talk about God, how would I learn anything? I didnt have a copy of the Bible. I guess I could have done some research on the web or something, but I didnt. On the evening of that Saturday, I asked Pita, my stepmother (her name is Alexandra but we call her Pita, i dont know why) if she believed in God. She replied: -Of course I believe in GOD! That surprised me, because she never went to a religious service. Then I told her I had a few questions about the Scriptures, but she said she wasnt the right person, and she suggested that I talked to her grandma because she had read the whole Book. I said: -Your grandma! No way, I want to talk with a young person, and even better if its someone who has studied the scriptures, someone with academic knowledge of evidence and stuff. -Well, now that you mention it, there is a young preacher here in Miami, he has master or phd degrees in theology, and you know what? He was a professional soccer player. -A soccer player? Really? -Sure, he played in some famous teams, and he also played with Maradona and the argentinian national team. I think he also has a soccer club here in Miami. That was all I needed to hear, I just had to meet this guy. We would talk about God or we would talk about soccer. I asked: -Why didnt you tell me about him before? -It just didnt occur to me. You want to meet him? I´ll introduce you, we´ll go to his place tomorrow. Let me bring you the address – Pita said. She came back with a little piece of paper and handed it to me. It had the address handwritten on it. The paper said: “Palmetto and 67th Avenue”. I was amazed. The address she wrote was the same of the bright blue card!!! My heart was beating faster... Could it be the same place? Could this be another coincidence? PLEASE CLICK HERE FOR LAST PAGE |
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